| The ones that I drank all those beers with
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| Made it through those high school years with
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| All those girls I loved who broke my heart
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| All those back roads I drove 'round on
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| That church pew that I got found on
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| That college town where I first got my start
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| All the haters, all the lovers
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| All the friends that are more like brothers
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| All the people I ain’t seen in too many years
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| All the faces in the bleachers, the never gave up on me teachers
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| Yeah this one’s for the ones who got me here
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| The ones that said I’d never make it
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| The ones that said there’s your chance, go take it
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| Took all of you for me to get this far
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| Jobs along the way that paid me
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| People that dug deep to raise me
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| Made me who I am, you know who you are
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| All the haters, all the lovers
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| All the friends that are more like brothers
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| All the people I ain’t seen in too many years
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| All the faces in the bleachers, the never gave up on me preachers
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| Yeah this one’s for the ones who got me here
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| The ones still around, the ones that are gone
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| My biggest fan, Mama back home
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| All the truth and all the dares
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| All the long shot late-night prayers
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| All the haters, all the lovers
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| My dad and my two brothers
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| All the people I ain’t seen in too many years
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| And I thank God that I met ya
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| Hope you know I won’t forget ya
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| This one’s for the ones that got me here
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| Yeah this one’s for the ones who got me here |